88: C88 Funeral

C88 Funeral

4In the conference room.

When he saw Chung Yansen walk in, Chung Jun's eyes were full of anger, but the person opposite him didn't even look at him. He just looked at Lee Wei, "How is it?"

"Boss, Second Young Master is unwilling to sign this agreement."

"Not willing?"

At this moment, Chung Yansen looked at the furious Chung Jun and saw the hostility in his eyes. Chung Yansen's eyes revealed a faint ridicule, "At this time, do you think you have the right to bargain?"

"I will give you two choices. Either you leave City J or go to the police station. Choose one."

Without waiting for Chung Jun's response, Chung Yansen continued, "I will only give you five minutes to consider. If you have no choice after five minutes, I will treat it as you choosing the second option."

After saying that, Chung Yansen did not look at Chung Jun anymore. Instead, he looked at the shareholders in the meeting room.

"As for you guys?"

"Director Chung, we were also forced to do what we did previously. I..."

"Force?"

Before the leader of the shareholders could finish, Chung Yansen interrupted him coldly, "If Chung Jun hadn't promised you great benefits, would you have been so proactive?"

"This?"

"If you are willing to sell the shares in your hands, I will buy them at the market price. If you are not willing to sell them, you can forget about enjoying the dividends according to the value increment ratio of the Chung's Group in the future. Just follow the market price. "

"Director Chung, this, this won't do."

As soon as Chung Yansen's voice faded, all the shareholders revealed an embarrassed expression. Everyone wanted to refute him, but they couldn't find a reason to. In the end, they could only look at Chung Jun, their eyes filled with anger.

Facing the expressions of the crowd, Chung Jun's eyes were filled with unpleasantness.

Turning his gaze to the indifferent man, Chung Jun said coldly, "Chung Yansen, Dad's funeral isn't over yet. Aren't you afraid of being criticized by others by doing this?"

"Do you think I will care about what others say? Also, if it wasn't for the old man, do you think you could still stand here? Chung Jun, it's time. Which one do you choose?"

Chung Yansen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly fell into everyone's ears, carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression.

After a long silence, Chung Jun looked at the man in front of him and said, "I can leave, but I have one condition. I want to attend dad's funeral."

Hearing Chung Jun's words, Chung Yansen looked at him coldly, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Standing up from his seat, Chung Yansen looked at the shareholders and said, "You guys think about it carefully. After you think about it, tell Lee Wei."

After saying that, Chung Yansen left the meeting room.

Looking at Chung Yansen's back as he left, all the shareholders were like eggplants that had been frosted. They could not say a word.

Ann Xuening had no idea about what had happened in the Chung's Group.

From that day onwards, Chung Yansen had not sent her any messages for two days straight. Until the third morning, Ann Xuening had received a call from the man a long time ago.

"I will ask Lee Wei to pick you up. Bring Dabao and the others to the tomb."

Through the phone, Chung Yansen's voice was a little hoarse. The sleepiness in Ann Xuening's eyes instantly dissipated. Hearing his words, she replied softly, "Okay, I'll get up now."

"There's no hurry. Lee Wei will be there in a while."

After hanging up the phone, Ann Xuening immediately got up.

Looking at the time on the phone, it was almost eight o'clock. However, it was still dark outside the window and there was no sunlight at all.

"Mommy, are we going out?"

Looking at Ann Xuening, who was wearing a black dress, San Bao spoke softly. Dabao and Er Bao also looked over.

Putting the black suit and skirt on the bed, Ann Xuening said softly, "Uncle Lee Wei will come to pick us up later. We are going to attend grandpa's funeral, so you guys have to be obedient today."

Ann Xuening changed into a black suit for Dabao and Er Bao and then changed into a black dress for San Bao.

The four of them had just finished tidying up when Lee Wei arrived.

"Miss Ann, the boss asked me to pick you and the young master up."

"Sorry to trouble you."

Knowing that it was Chung Tianyao's funeral, Mo went to the old residence to help last night. That was why Chung Yansen asked Lee Wei to pick them up.

As soon as the car started moving, it started to drizzle outside the window.

The further they drove, the heavier the rain outside the window.

The car drove towards the cemetery in the suburbs. The car was unable to drive up, so it could only stop at the main entrance. After parking the car, Lee Wei hurriedly held onto his umbrella and walked to the back seat.

"Just as I was about to carry the child down, I heard footsteps behind me."

"Boss?"

Seeing Chung Yansen walking over, Lee Wei took two steps back.

The man held a big black umbrella in his hand. When he saw Ann Xuening get off the car, he stretched out a hand.

Ann Xuening held Chung Yansen's hand and got off the car. There was a trace of surprise in Ann Xuening's eyes. "Why are you here?"

"The rain is too heavy. I came to pick you up."

As he spoke, Chung Yansen waved at the three children in the car. "Sanbao, come here. I'll carry you."

With one hand holding Sanbao and the other holding an umbrella, Chung Yansen turned around and looked at Lee Wei. "There are many people today. Take good care of Dabao and the others."

"Yes."

As he spoke, Lee Wei picked up the two treasures.

When the bodyguard by the side was about to carry Da Bao, his cold little face was full of resistance, "I can walk by myself."

Hearing Da Bao's words, the bodyguard's eyes were filled with embarrassment. He subconsciously looked at Chung Yansen.

Seeing him nod his head, the bodyguard retreated to the side.

Then, Chung Yansen looked at Dabao. "You follow Mommy."

Dabao nodded his head and went forward to hold Ann Xuening's hand.

The group slowly walked into the cemetery. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Ann Xuening's skirt was soon wet, but at this moment, no one cared.

When they walked to Chung Tianyao's tombstone, it was already filled with people. When they saw Chung Yansen and Ann Xuening, they subconsciously made way for them.

Chung Yansen carried the three treasures and went forward. Ann Xuening held Dabao's hand and followed behind.

"Thank you all for coming today to send my father off. Chung family is very grateful."

Looking at the crowd, Chung Yansen slowly spoke. The man's body was filled with coldness. When he finished speaking, he looked at Uncle Chung and said, "Let's begin."

The guests slowly placed the flowers in their hands in front of Chung Tianyao's tombstone. Chung Yansen stood on the left with Ann Xuening and Chung Jun and Meng Yun on the right.

There were too many guests. The funeral ceremony only ended after three hours.

Fortunately, the rain gradually became smaller. After the ceremony ended, the rain stopped. After sending away the last guest, Uncle Chung walked to Chung Yansen and said, "Young master, let's go back. You haven't slept for a few days."

Hearing Uncle Chung's words, Chung Yansen nodded and looked at Ann Xuening. "Come back with me first, okay?"

"Okay."

Chung Yansen's eyes were bloodshot. Ann Xuening nodded when she saw his tired look.

When they returned to the old house, Ann Xuening also brought Dabao and the others along.

"Mommy, where is this place?"

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